MEL GLANCED AT THE clock on the wall above the door. 6:03 PM. It was a forty-minute ride home on a good day. Outside, it was raining. Raining hard. She picked up her cell phone, rocked back in her chair so she could put her feet up on the edge of her desk and called Dana.
“Hey,” Dana said in the soft tone she always had when she was relaxed and happy. “I tried to give you a call around six. Are you home yet?”
“Nope.” Mel let out a heavy breath. “Getting ready to leave work now. It’s been a long day. I wanted to call you and find out what’s going on there before I get on the road, get home and collapse. Tell me about the cabin.”
“I will but then you have to tell me what’s going on there.”
“Deal,” Mel agreed.
“I spent the afternoon yesterday and then this morning looking at a few other
